The 10 Rules of Possession, According to Draco Malfoy
Um, so I did stuff today. Bunnies bit, and they bit hard. Of course neither was for any of my exchange fics. Figures. One you get now, and the other will be finished, and then sent off to the beta. (It's very similar to an idea she's done, and I want her approval before I stick it anywhere.)
Title: The 10 Rules of Possession, According to Draco Malfoy
Author: melfinatheblue
Challenge: Christmas present for stonegrad who is an awesome beta and writes great Malfoycest.
Character/s: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Severus Snape, Pansy Parkinson
Pairing/s: Lucius/Narcissa, Lucius/Severus, Draco/Severus, Draco/Pansy, Draco/Lucius
Word count: 2505ish
Rating: R
Warnings: Malfoycest, teacher-student relations, slash, het, mention of spankings, oral molestation of a banana, mention of oral self-satisfaction, and the weirdest warnings list I've ever seen
Author notes: Merry Christmas Stonegrad! I hope you like it.
The stuff in italics, aka the Toddler Rules, taken from here and not mine And if you've never seen a banana being orally molested, you should watch Dangerous Beauty. It's an excellent movie (and not a porno).
1. If I like it, it's mine.
Lucius had never been a spoiled child. His father, while generally distant, had always ascribed to the twin rules of "Spare the rod and spoil the child," and "Mistakes will not be tolerated." Though he would never admit it, he might have strayed a bit too far in the other direction with Draco. That explained a few things, like the fact that Draco's first word was "mine" and his second "no". That would also explain his current problem, if he was ever ever willing to admit the current problem to anyone at all. Which was not going to happen. He had no idea how to even begin to explain the current situation in a way that wasn't going to sound horribly perverted. It wasn't his fault the boy was frightened of the loo, and hadn't quite grasped what he was supposed to do with his equipment. A demonstration had seemed like such a good idea...
"It's mine."
"No, Draco, it is not. I think you will find it is attached to me."
"I wanna!"
"Draco, you cannot have it. You will have one like it when you grow up. I promise. Now, please, let go of Daddy?"
"I wanna!"
He decided that help was needed before Draco pulled his cock off. Even if 'Cissa was never going to believe how this happened.
"'Cissa! HELP!"
2. If it's in my hand, it's mine.
Draco smirked. He figured that sooner or later Father would miss it, but in the meantime he was going to have some fun. He stroked the cane, just like Father did. It felt so lovely in his hand. He twisted it and pulled out the wand. He couldn't wait till he had a wand of his very own. Mother let him practice with hers sometimes, but only under close supervision, and he'd never gotten to touch Father's before. He felt the thrum of power within the wand. It was the greatest moment of his six year-old life. He pointed the wand at the wall.
"Scourgify!"
He was very surprised when the wall disappeared. He was even more surprised when he landed in the rosebush. The final shock came when his father leaned over the first floor balcony to look at him.
"Draco? Are you all right?"
He couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. He went for both. Father was not going to be happy.
"Draco?!"
Father jumped over the balcony and landed beside him. He hadn't seemed to notice yet.
"Draco? Are you hurt? Come here."
Father picked him up and ran into the house with him. Then he noticed the wand.
"Draco, give me the wand."
He knew he should obey. Father didn't sound like that often. But it was hard to take Father seriously when he was bright pink.
"No! Mine!"
Lucius put his head in his hands. He had been wrestling with a particularly stubborn piece of legislation when the wall disappeared. He really didn't need this. Then he noticed the colour of his hair. And his hands.
"Draco. Give. Me. The. Wand. NOW!"
Draco opened his hand. Lucius reached to take the wand, and discovered that the wand was stuck to Draco's hand. And now he was stuck to Draco's hand. He sighed.
"St Mungo's it is, then. And then you and I are going to have a very long talk about why you are not allowed to play with wands."
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
Victory was his! After fiddling with wards for nigh on four hours, he had gotten into the forbidden cabinet. He felt briefly guilty about breaking into his father's private things, but then reasoned that if his father didn't want him in here, he wouldn't have taught him how to break wards in the first place. Anyway, he had to know. Not even Mother knew what was in this cabinet.
Hmm. Mostly a bunch of pictures. And a book and a box. He set the pictures aside and opened the book. He had never seen so many naked people in his life. Mostly men, too. That was odd. He flipped to the front page to see if his father had written anything. It said...
"To Lucius,
I expect to get the full benefit of any ideas you get from this book.
S."
And that was Professor Snape's handwriting. Draco sat for a moment and tried to digest this. Professor Snape, the head of his house, the man who looked like a bat, had given his father a sex book. He quietly slipped the book into his robes. After a moment's study of the pictures, he discovered that they were all of his father and various people. Some men, some women. He took some of them, mostly the ones involving his father and other men, and slipped them into his robes instead. Then he closed the cabinet doors and started resetting the wards. Father would know he'd been in there, but wouldn't be able to prove it. And then he could digest this new information at his leisure.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
"Where is it?"
"Draco, I have no idea."
"You took it, didn't you?"
"What?"
"You stole my pastry. I had the last cheese Danish, and you took it."
"I did no such thing. Honestly Draco, you're a teenager. Please try to act like it and not like a three year old."
Draco started to sulk. Then he had a bright idea. There was a bowl of fruit on the table. He took out a banana, peeled it, and started to eat it.
"Draco, please stop eating that banana in such an obscene fashion."
Draco took the banana out of his mouth.
"Give me back my Danish, then."
"I can't do that. I don't have it."
"Fine, then I'll keep molesting the banana."
"Draco, there are some things I never needed to know. The fact that you apparently lack a gag reflex is one of them."
"Guess it runs in the family."
Lucius blushed and quickly looked down at his tea. He had no idea whether Draco was referring to 'Cissa or himself, and he really didn't want clarification on how the boy had gotten that little piece of info.
5. If it's mine, it must NEVER appear to be yours in any way.
"Honestly, 'Cissa, you'd think I was trying to flirt with her or something. He all but growled at me."
"Lucius, dearest, you are a bit of a flirt."
"She's fifteen! I prefer my women a bit more mature. And blond, and married to me."
"And he's fifteen and trying to live up to his father's image. You cast a big shadow, dearest."
"So, what do you suggest? Act like she's a nun?"
"Dear Merlin, no! I've seen you around nuns. Act like she's your sister or something."
"I'm a perfect gentleman around nuns."
"The text says yes, the subtext says come to the dark side and I'll show you the best time of your life."
"The dark side?"
"Star Wars. It's a muggle movie. Now, if I put on a wimple, will you demonstrate that subtext for me?"
"Oh. Certainly, my dear."
6. If I'm doing or building something, all the pieces are mine.
"Father, no."
"Honestly, Draco, I borrowed your broom polish. I don't understand what the problem is."
"It wasn't there when I needed it. It's mine."
"Draco, I paid for the polish, and the broom. Now, stop being so possessive."
Draco scowled and walked out. Lucius resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
7. If it looks just like mine, it is mine.
"Draco, I'm fairly certain that's mine."
"It's mine."
"The two are near identical. But I hung mine up here. I have no idea what you did with yours."
"Father, it's mine. And I need it for practice. Go find yours."
Lucius resisted the urge to put his head in his hands. Again. This was a recurring theme when parenting Draco. In public he was an angel, in private a trial. He'd never really gotten past saying "mine" about everything.
"Draco, you will give me my cloak or I will allow your mother to show all those lovely embarrassing naked photos she has of you. The first potty tinkle is a particular favorite of hers."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me, boy. Now hand over my cloak, or I'm going to be late."
8. If I saw it first, it's mine.
Draco hated shopping for his mother's Christmas present. Even if Father had come to Hogwarts and taken him to Paris (thus getting him out of a Care of Magical Creatures lesson), it was still a pain. He had to get Mother something special, especially after the vase incident. She'd been very understanding (and discrete) about that.
Now that was perfect. Just what Mother would want. He started walking towards it, and then saw his father pick it up.
"I saw that first."
"Draco."
"I've been shopping for hours, and that's the first thing I've found. It's mine."
"Draco, please goes a long way."
"Mine."
"Draco."
His father's voice had acquired that 'I am ten seconds away from losing my temper' tone. Draco knew it well. He also knew if he kept pushing, he'd probably get spanked. He rather liked that. He knew that was, well, weird, but he figured it was no one's business but his.
"Mine, Father. Go find something else."
"We will discuss this later."
Draco smiled.
"Yes, Father."
9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.
Draco had first started paying attention to Professor Snape late in second year, after he'd found his father's book and photos. He'd wondered what his father could see in such a man. And now, with what had happened, which he resolutely did not think about, he could find out. Snape would be jonesing for a Malfoy, and his father wasn't around to provide his fix.
He undid the wards and snuck into Snape's office. The professor would be done with rounds soon, and then he came in here to grade papers for a bit before bed. Just enough time to present himself properly. Snape may have been stubborn thus far, but he'd cave once he saw position 48. And then the professor would be his, and he'd find out what his father found so appealing in the man.
10. If it's broken, it's yours.
Draco had not gone to visit his father in Azkaban. After seeing what the first time had done to him, he hadn't wanted to. He told others he was angry, but he wasn't. Not really. He had this strong beautiful man in his memory, and he didn't want anything to change that. His mother had sent him an owl when his father was released. He replied, politely, telling her he was too busy with Pansy and his law studies to visit. They both knew it was a lie, but at least he was polite about it.
He looked morosely into his glass of whiskey. He'd gotten an owl from Mother again today. That made one every day for a month now. Pans had told him to go visit, even if it was just to yell.
"Put your damn ghosts to rest, Draco, so they stop coming between us!"
She was right. But he wasn't sure he could put this to rest. He couldn't explain it to her, or explain it to anyone, really. He was attracted to both sexes, and Pans was fine with that, so long as she got in on the action. But how to explain that he was attracted to his own father? That when he wanked off, it was his father he saw? It was perverted and wrong.
"Fuck."
He tossed back the rest of the glass. Pans was right; he needed to know. Needed to know if Lucius Malfoy had finally been broken. Needed to know if his father would be horrified by the thought that his son wanted to fuck him.
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"Draco?"
His father really didn't look that different. A bit older, but otherwise about the same.
"Draco, your mother isn't here right now."
"Good. She might have a heart attack if she saw this."
Draco reached up and grabbed his father, then kissed him.
"What the hell was that?"
"That was the reason I haven't come to see you. I had to know one way or the other."
"What are you trying to say, Draco?"
Lucius looked genuinely perplexed.
"I want you. I want to fuck you and be fucked by you. I desire you and I know that's wrong, but I can't get it out of my head. And I need to know if that's even possible."
"How long?"
"Since I can remember. Since before I knew what sex was."
"Shit. You'd better come into the parlor and have a drink."
Lucius sat down on the sofa. He put his head in his hands.
"Are you ever going to talk to me again?"
"Draco, you're my son. I love you, no matter what. I'm just trying to digest this."
Draco passed him a drink.
"All right, so if you fancy me, then why Severus?"
"Closest I could get to you, at the time."
"He was your professor, Draco."
"If it makes you feel better, he was rather resistant to the idea."
"Oh, good. I'd hate to think he'd contributed to the corruption of a minor willingly. Exactly how did you get him to give in?"
"You know that book he gave you?"
"Severus gave me many books. Which one?"
"The one you kept locked in that cabinet."
"Ah, yes. The one you filched."
"I showed him that I could pull off position 48."
"Draco, I haven't seen that book in years, thanks to you. I don't know which one you mean."
Draco pulled a photograph out of his pocket and handed it to his father. Lucius raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, that one. You're remarkably flexible."
"It helps that I spent most of my youth doing yoga in an attempt to make myself more flexible."
"And why would you do such a thing?"
"I wanted to give myself a blow job."
Lucius started to laugh. He laughed and laughed until tears came down his face and his sides ached.
"Merlin. I should have known. My stubborn, possessive, slightly perverse son. You take far too much after me for your own good, you know."
Draco moved to stand over his father.
"Is that a yes?"
Lucius looked up at him.
"That's a we can try this once, and we'll see. I won't make promises about this, I can't."
Draco plopped down on his father's lap and kissed him soundly. He was right where he'd always wanted to be.
Title: The 10 Rules of Possession, According to Draco Malfoy
Author: melfinatheblue
Challenge: Christmas present for stonegrad who is an awesome beta and writes great Malfoycest.
Character/s: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Severus Snape, Pansy Parkinson
Pairing/s: Lucius/Narcissa, Lucius/Severus, Draco/Severus, Draco/Pansy, Draco/Lucius
Word count: 2505ish
Rating: R
Warnings: Malfoycest, teacher-student relations, slash, het, mention of spankings, oral molestation of a banana, mention of oral self-satisfaction, and the weirdest warnings list I've ever seen
Author notes: Merry Christmas Stonegrad! I hope you like it.
The stuff in italics, aka the Toddler Rules, taken from here and not mine And if you've never seen a banana being orally molested, you should watch Dangerous Beauty. It's an excellent movie (and not a porno).
1. If I like it, it's mine.
Lucius had never been a spoiled child. His father, while generally distant, had always ascribed to the twin rules of "Spare the rod and spoil the child," and "Mistakes will not be tolerated." Though he would never admit it, he might have strayed a bit too far in the other direction with Draco. That explained a few things, like the fact that Draco's first word was "mine" and his second "no". That would also explain his current problem, if he was ever ever willing to admit the current problem to anyone at all. Which was not going to happen. He had no idea how to even begin to explain the current situation in a way that wasn't going to sound horribly perverted. It wasn't his fault the boy was frightened of the loo, and hadn't quite grasped what he was supposed to do with his equipment. A demonstration had seemed like such a good idea...
"It's mine."
"No, Draco, it is not. I think you will find it is attached to me."
"I wanna!"
"Draco, you cannot have it. You will have one like it when you grow up. I promise. Now, please, let go of Daddy?"
"I wanna!"
He decided that help was needed before Draco pulled his cock off. Even if 'Cissa was never going to believe how this happened.
"'Cissa! HELP!"
2. If it's in my hand, it's mine.
Draco smirked. He figured that sooner or later Father would miss it, but in the meantime he was going to have some fun. He stroked the cane, just like Father did. It felt so lovely in his hand. He twisted it and pulled out the wand. He couldn't wait till he had a wand of his very own. Mother let him practice with hers sometimes, but only under close supervision, and he'd never gotten to touch Father's before. He felt the thrum of power within the wand. It was the greatest moment of his six year-old life. He pointed the wand at the wall.
"Scourgify!"
He was very surprised when the wall disappeared. He was even more surprised when he landed in the rosebush. The final shock came when his father leaned over the first floor balcony to look at him.
"Draco? Are you all right?"
He couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry. He went for both. Father was not going to be happy.
"Draco?!"
Father jumped over the balcony and landed beside him. He hadn't seemed to notice yet.
"Draco? Are you hurt? Come here."
Father picked him up and ran into the house with him. Then he noticed the wand.
"Draco, give me the wand."
He knew he should obey. Father didn't sound like that often. But it was hard to take Father seriously when he was bright pink.
"No! Mine!"
Lucius put his head in his hands. He had been wrestling with a particularly stubborn piece of legislation when the wall disappeared. He really didn't need this. Then he noticed the colour of his hair. And his hands.
"Draco. Give. Me. The. Wand. NOW!"
Draco opened his hand. Lucius reached to take the wand, and discovered that the wand was stuck to Draco's hand. And now he was stuck to Draco's hand. He sighed.
"St Mungo's it is, then. And then you and I are going to have a very long talk about why you are not allowed to play with wands."
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
Victory was his! After fiddling with wards for nigh on four hours, he had gotten into the forbidden cabinet. He felt briefly guilty about breaking into his father's private things, but then reasoned that if his father didn't want him in here, he wouldn't have taught him how to break wards in the first place. Anyway, he had to know. Not even Mother knew what was in this cabinet.
Hmm. Mostly a bunch of pictures. And a book and a box. He set the pictures aside and opened the book. He had never seen so many naked people in his life. Mostly men, too. That was odd. He flipped to the front page to see if his father had written anything. It said...
"To Lucius,
I expect to get the full benefit of any ideas you get from this book.
S."
And that was Professor Snape's handwriting. Draco sat for a moment and tried to digest this. Professor Snape, the head of his house, the man who looked like a bat, had given his father a sex book. He quietly slipped the book into his robes. After a moment's study of the pictures, he discovered that they were all of his father and various people. Some men, some women. He took some of them, mostly the ones involving his father and other men, and slipped them into his robes instead. Then he closed the cabinet doors and started resetting the wards. Father would know he'd been in there, but wouldn't be able to prove it. And then he could digest this new information at his leisure.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
"Where is it?"
"Draco, I have no idea."
"You took it, didn't you?"
"What?"
"You stole my pastry. I had the last cheese Danish, and you took it."
"I did no such thing. Honestly Draco, you're a teenager. Please try to act like it and not like a three year old."
Draco started to sulk. Then he had a bright idea. There was a bowl of fruit on the table. He took out a banana, peeled it, and started to eat it.
"Draco, please stop eating that banana in such an obscene fashion."
Draco took the banana out of his mouth.
"Give me back my Danish, then."
"I can't do that. I don't have it."
"Fine, then I'll keep molesting the banana."
"Draco, there are some things I never needed to know. The fact that you apparently lack a gag reflex is one of them."
"Guess it runs in the family."
Lucius blushed and quickly looked down at his tea. He had no idea whether Draco was referring to 'Cissa or himself, and he really didn't want clarification on how the boy had gotten that little piece of info.
5. If it's mine, it must NEVER appear to be yours in any way.
"Honestly, 'Cissa, you'd think I was trying to flirt with her or something. He all but growled at me."
"Lucius, dearest, you are a bit of a flirt."
"She's fifteen! I prefer my women a bit more mature. And blond, and married to me."
"And he's fifteen and trying to live up to his father's image. You cast a big shadow, dearest."
"So, what do you suggest? Act like she's a nun?"
"Dear Merlin, no! I've seen you around nuns. Act like she's your sister or something."
"I'm a perfect gentleman around nuns."
"The text says yes, the subtext says come to the dark side and I'll show you the best time of your life."
"The dark side?"
"Star Wars. It's a muggle movie. Now, if I put on a wimple, will you demonstrate that subtext for me?"
"Oh. Certainly, my dear."
6. If I'm doing or building something, all the pieces are mine.
"Father, no."
"Honestly, Draco, I borrowed your broom polish. I don't understand what the problem is."
"It wasn't there when I needed it. It's mine."
"Draco, I paid for the polish, and the broom. Now, stop being so possessive."
Draco scowled and walked out. Lucius resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
7. If it looks just like mine, it is mine.
"Draco, I'm fairly certain that's mine."
"It's mine."
"The two are near identical. But I hung mine up here. I have no idea what you did with yours."
"Father, it's mine. And I need it for practice. Go find yours."
Lucius resisted the urge to put his head in his hands. Again. This was a recurring theme when parenting Draco. In public he was an angel, in private a trial. He'd never really gotten past saying "mine" about everything.
"Draco, you will give me my cloak or I will allow your mother to show all those lovely embarrassing naked photos she has of you. The first potty tinkle is a particular favorite of hers."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me, boy. Now hand over my cloak, or I'm going to be late."
8. If I saw it first, it's mine.
Draco hated shopping for his mother's Christmas present. Even if Father had come to Hogwarts and taken him to Paris (thus getting him out of a Care of Magical Creatures lesson), it was still a pain. He had to get Mother something special, especially after the vase incident. She'd been very understanding (and discrete) about that.
Now that was perfect. Just what Mother would want. He started walking towards it, and then saw his father pick it up.
"I saw that first."
"Draco."
"I've been shopping for hours, and that's the first thing I've found. It's mine."
"Draco, please goes a long way."
"Mine."
"Draco."
His father's voice had acquired that 'I am ten seconds away from losing my temper' tone. Draco knew it well. He also knew if he kept pushing, he'd probably get spanked. He rather liked that. He knew that was, well, weird, but he figured it was no one's business but his.
"Mine, Father. Go find something else."
"We will discuss this later."
Draco smiled.
"Yes, Father."
9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.
Draco had first started paying attention to Professor Snape late in second year, after he'd found his father's book and photos. He'd wondered what his father could see in such a man. And now, with what had happened, which he resolutely did not think about, he could find out. Snape would be jonesing for a Malfoy, and his father wasn't around to provide his fix.
He undid the wards and snuck into Snape's office. The professor would be done with rounds soon, and then he came in here to grade papers for a bit before bed. Just enough time to present himself properly. Snape may have been stubborn thus far, but he'd cave once he saw position 48. And then the professor would be his, and he'd find out what his father found so appealing in the man.
10. If it's broken, it's yours.
Draco had not gone to visit his father in Azkaban. After seeing what the first time had done to him, he hadn't wanted to. He told others he was angry, but he wasn't. Not really. He had this strong beautiful man in his memory, and he didn't want anything to change that. His mother had sent him an owl when his father was released. He replied, politely, telling her he was too busy with Pansy and his law studies to visit. They both knew it was a lie, but at least he was polite about it.
He looked morosely into his glass of whiskey. He'd gotten an owl from Mother again today. That made one every day for a month now. Pans had told him to go visit, even if it was just to yell.
"Put your damn ghosts to rest, Draco, so they stop coming between us!"
She was right. But he wasn't sure he could put this to rest. He couldn't explain it to her, or explain it to anyone, really. He was attracted to both sexes, and Pans was fine with that, so long as she got in on the action. But how to explain that he was attracted to his own father? That when he wanked off, it was his father he saw? It was perverted and wrong.
"Fuck."
He tossed back the rest of the glass. Pans was right; he needed to know. Needed to know if Lucius Malfoy had finally been broken. Needed to know if his father would be horrified by the thought that his son wanted to fuck him.
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"Draco?"
His father really didn't look that different. A bit older, but otherwise about the same.
"Draco, your mother isn't here right now."
"Good. She might have a heart attack if she saw this."
Draco reached up and grabbed his father, then kissed him.
"What the hell was that?"
"That was the reason I haven't come to see you. I had to know one way or the other."
"What are you trying to say, Draco?"
Lucius looked genuinely perplexed.
"I want you. I want to fuck you and be fucked by you. I desire you and I know that's wrong, but I can't get it out of my head. And I need to know if that's even possible."
"How long?"
"Since I can remember. Since before I knew what sex was."
"Shit. You'd better come into the parlor and have a drink."
Lucius sat down on the sofa. He put his head in his hands.
"Are you ever going to talk to me again?"
"Draco, you're my son. I love you, no matter what. I'm just trying to digest this."
Draco passed him a drink.
"All right, so if you fancy me, then why Severus?"
"Closest I could get to you, at the time."
"He was your professor, Draco."
"If it makes you feel better, he was rather resistant to the idea."
"Oh, good. I'd hate to think he'd contributed to the corruption of a minor willingly. Exactly how did you get him to give in?"
"You know that book he gave you?"
"Severus gave me many books. Which one?"
"The one you kept locked in that cabinet."
"Ah, yes. The one you filched."
"I showed him that I could pull off position 48."
"Draco, I haven't seen that book in years, thanks to you. I don't know which one you mean."
Draco pulled a photograph out of his pocket and handed it to his father. Lucius raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, that one. You're remarkably flexible."
"It helps that I spent most of my youth doing yoga in an attempt to make myself more flexible."
"And why would you do such a thing?"
"I wanted to give myself a blow job."
Lucius started to laugh. He laughed and laughed until tears came down his face and his sides ached.
"Merlin. I should have known. My stubborn, possessive, slightly perverse son. You take far too much after me for your own good, you know."
Draco moved to stand over his father.
"Is that a yes?"
Lucius looked up at him.
"That's a we can try this once, and we'll see. I won't make promises about this, I can't."
Draco plopped down on his father's lap and kissed him soundly. He was right where he'd always wanted to be.